I love awkwardness... I love anticipating the awkwardness and having to put up with it anyway. As if I don't want to escape my only escape. She makes me smile because I make her smile. Our smiles our fake, but we're smiling... She speaks and I am intent to every word... I speak and she smiles reguardless. The awkwardness is actually causing sanity
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Waiting for a word
Finding myself
Listening to your breathing
Knowing that when you leave
I will miss our silence.
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